My cousin and I would duel till dusk,
cap pistol gunfights, snarls and taking turns
using the only badge we had from the dime store.
Courage boasts of ten year-old vigor,
no villain would ever make us yellow,
sleeping with our toy guns, dreaming defending the range against rustlers.
All was heaven and we were heroes
until that day we rode the train at Knott's Berry Farm in our cowboy duds,
bandit holding it up blast of blanks, as we trembled with hands in the air sure he was real,
us learning brave talk wasn't enough to keep from big wet spots off our zippers!


at least I had the law on my side and I could squeal like a girl.
Brilliant take on the prompt. Good luck. I can just picture this happening LMAO.



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